These Put Em Up Lyrics performed by Lupe Fiasco @ lyricsepoch.blogspot.com.

[Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Roscoe Dash:][Lupe Fiasco:]Microphone check, I make em all bounceEvery teller in Bank of America, make em all countYou gone need the whole staff to add up the amount.It’s gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your houseTo keep me in my zone so that I don’t zone outI’m Rich and Po’ like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone LocWalk with me like old folk, cross your street a score’s goal’edI don’t rap, I hockey rink cause my flow is so coldI am on my “mmhmm,” they are on they “Oh, No!”I am really in here, they ain’t real like Soul GloDon’t you know I’m so sho, them n-gga’s got no GlowFind a master ‘fore you can come back into the dojoLupe got his mind right, n-gga this is my mic

And I’ve come to take it all back like Miller High LifeHe must not be tied tight, back against the wall,He will throw a ball, like he playin’ Jai AlaiI’ll do the register, you just get them fries rightI don’t trust America, after watchin’ ZeitgeistTake a look at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger armand I’m hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarmAnd it’s set onto ya barn, Get ya fire-fighter on.I ain’t worried ’bout you hoes, I don’t even need to rollI turn down your ex like how you put your tires onOnce I get these tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it onAnd ride this around the entire song, find a line to drive it onPark it near a metaphor, wait for it, the timer’s onYou can turn your hydrants on, I’ll just turn my wipers onWipe it off then wipe me down but don’t forget about my bomb!